Daily Republican., 1887-11-15

'neighbor farmer, and exchange opin-
ions about blowing. The girl was|
alone and lonely. So, calling Trip,
she put on her hat and went down
the hill. Beside the gate she halted.
"Here we first met" she said softly,
and leaning against the rail something
dimmed her eyes. She dashed ii
away Indignantly. Hnd she not
promised berself that she would grieve
no more for what could not be help.
led.
"Crying for the moon Ike a great
baby, as | amp she cried, stamping
her little foot Indignantly, II wonder,
Trip, that you 60 not laugh at me-"
Trip had something better to do. An
enemy was in sight-a great black dog
was marching gravely up the hill,
waving his feathery tail as if he was
monarch of all he surveyed. Trip,
small as he was, would convince him TO
the contrary, and showing his teeth,
land growing as If be had swallowed
an earthquake, he made sudden dash
into the road, with bark like twelve
IpeIny trumpets blown by one breath.
"Trip! Trip cried the girl without
looking around
paul, be quiet |" said voice that
made her heart stand still. Trip, why
Trip, my fine fellow, have you forgot
| ten me p
The sharp bark changed to delight
ed whine, the two dogs suspended
hostilities and came together to her
feet; then some one followed, and her
hand was taken in a warm one.
ut is you, then ?" she said, turning
round and looking into the bright gay
lace she never expected To see again.
at is !'' and he gazed as earnestly
as she had done.
She was not thin or pale she evil
identity had not pined for him; and yet
there was something-an added look
of gravity that only love can bring. =. =.
"Are you glad to see me p
| "Nery, very glad" she said, bend
ling down to caress Paul, who had
Thrust his cold nose into her hand, and
lspeak kind word to Trip, lest he
] Ishould get Jealous Of the sable strang-
Ter.
The artist waited patiently. When
ishe looked up. he snid quietly:
i "I have often thought of you all
these long months, ] painted your
tpicture tor the exhibition this year, land
1t has made my fortune. So came tc
thank you for putting so much happi-
Iness within my reach. / am going tc
be married; came to say goodbye tc
Mary Morrison first"
ITO say goodbye to Mary Morri
son first"
"To say good bye to Mary Morrison
1.-THE artist continued, land TO salute,
hope, Mary Howard, before retarn
What say you. darling?"
She yielded 10 the encrciing arm
THAT drew her nearer, a2d looked up y,
= Ihim,
ii "You are in earnest?"
81 wish you would be just half a.
J much so?"
II "Then how could you frighten me
so!"
Il "Did | frigh;en you, Mary?" Thel
lyou love me; you cannot deny it aite
that. Listen; l have been hard a
III Wbl n lHlS yCui hahihS iioiho ipi Jou
4 Your picture gave me the means to d.
+. i; with, and will give me througl
0 lother orders the means of doing mucl
c Imore. 1t is not palace, but it is
lpretty place, and it has rose garden
MARY. You took the thorn from on
G 1.-THE rose for me long time ago; com
with me and take them from all tn
vi roses through my life. Can you? Wi
lyou?"
el There were tears in her eyes whic
II she did not try to dash away, an
d "Trip and Paul were witnesses to SCI
3 ond meeting of those lips, which seen
led to imp y that the rose garden wou
|; not have TO wait very long for its pre-
olty mistress. Then the four went I
:. TO the farm house in the moonligl
u together.